She was a bit drowsy at first, but when she sow him trying to fit within one corner, even she could see it was not big enough for both of them to remain in comfortably and contentedly. She gathered her resolve, but she didn't quite want to leave the soothing warmth, and she looked around the room, wondering what to do to find solution, looking around intelligently, searching for a plan. Her eyes gleamed with idea when she noticed an empty pot at a side. She jumped out on the edge and made it fall in the bath until it was filled with water and remained floating upon it, and then, she closed her eyes intently, and it seemed that thanks to deepened trust in Svarik, this time she could imagine smaller, more frail form in his presence. It was a form soft and mellow, inspired by Yiska that she liked, but fluffy from the content and pleasure creature felt in the moment, giving her a very chubby and cuddly shape that was illuminating soft white light
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/89/5d/5c/895d5c267d685775cc403f49ab5d2fd2.jpgIn that tiny cotton like shape, she jumped into a pot filled with water, and made herself comfortable, submerged in hot liquid with bubbles, with only her head adorably sticking out of the floating pot. She seemed generally pleased with herself, as she seemed to conclude that this way, they would both have space, and she wouldn't have to leave the pleasant water either. The little fluffy ball of cotton closed her eyes then, leaning on a pot's edge almost sleepily, content and pleased.